I smile when
*she is my first thought of the day
*birds turn worms into music
*the sun sneaks above the horizon
*I see dew on flowers
*I feel her hand in mine
[even when she's not really here]
*a kid says something wise
[or funny... or funny AND wise]
*I read something we really must share
*I beat Word Warp on my iPod
*I feel the sun [or the wind or the rain] on my face
*my puppies are SO glad to see me
*my fluffy puppy pokes me with her nose
*I fall asleep watching Castle again
*I hear one of those songs
*I dance [when no one's watching]
*I sing [when no one's listening]
*I walk barefoot
*I smell lilac
*I taste honeysuckle
*her voice is the last thing I hear at night
It’s National Poetry Month and here is a new poem that I turned into this little multimedia project.
It rattles.
When I shake my head
something in there rattles.
I don’t know what it is.
Odd.
You’d think
that with its proximity
to my brain
I must know.
[What if it is my brain?]
Sometimes my pen
turns rattles in my head
into smudges on a page.
I send my words
to wiggle their way
into your mind
into your body
Feel my hands
my breath
Squirm a little
and I know
I’ve reached you
It’s not so much a poem
as it is a seduction
In my hammock I lie
Just me, the trees, and the sky
I swing in my sling and I try
To salve the sting of goodbye
To halve the us into I
I feel what I feel and I cry
And deal until tears are dry
Bereaved, I heave a sigh
The leaves all whisper, “Why?”
She leaves just me, and I
Am alone with the trees and the sky

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